Snow on snow on snow

Would that it was snowing right this moment, blanketing the world with the fluffy, white, winter-y stuff. I would go outside with Gordon and Mark and make tracks and angels and snowballs.

It is not actually snowing here in Boston town, nor is it in the forecast (although I’m sure we’re in for a good Nor’Easter soon. It is, after all, New England). Yet it is snowing here on L.P.E. A beautiful quiet whisper of snow coming down ever so softly. The snow on L.P.E. is not cold and doesn’t blow away. It doesn’t sting your face and you can’t catch it on your tongue. But my hope is that it conjures up good feelings and leaves you thinking fondly of winter white holidays and happy childhood memories. And hopefully it makes you smile.

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When we (all of my sister’s) were living in Evergreen Colorado, we had the most perfect sledding hill that started behind our house and ended in the front. When it would snow real good, Dad would take one of the saucers and pack down a soli…d run for us leaving a slight hump at the end to fly off of. When it was ready we all flew down the hill while Dad recorded the event on his 9mm camera. What fun that was, we did not want to stop. The best part was watching our events on the wall from the 9mm film, forwards and backwards. We would roll on the floor laughing seeing us fly up the hill the wrong way.

Last winter, when Abby was getting sick, she would just loaf around the house and sigh as though she was super sad. We paid her a visit and took her outside to play with her, which no one had really been doing because she seemed so poopy, but we threw her snowballs and she immediately perked up! She LOVED having big snowballs lobbed at her face, and she would try to bite them in the air! And the entire time you would be making a new snowball to throw at her, she would bark wildly and jump around, just like a puppy. 🙂

My most favorite memories of snow as a child/teen were sledding down Alligator Hill! The excitement of running as fast as you could through steep snow packed tightly in across the golf course to get to the bottom on the hill. It was a *beast* of a hill, took forever to hike up the steep incline and only seconds to fly down the hill with snow swirling all around you–going down your neck if you didn’t wrap your scarf tight enough and snow piercing your face as you flew down. And finally laughing with glee when you got to the bottom safely and plopping your whole body onto the snow because it was sheer fun going down the hill. Doing this several times before trudging the long way back home and peeling off layers of clothes with snow falling out all over the place and then drinking hot chocolate while feeling our cheeks get toasty warm.
My other favorite memory was when my dad would announce that it was time to do the “snow dance” with him and my brother when we were kids so that we would get a huge snowstorm overnight so we wouldn’t have to go to school the next day (my dad was a high school teacher), and whooping and hollering “Snow, snow SNOW!!!” with them while dancing around the house and banging on pots. And feeling SO excited the next morning when our “Snow Dance” actually worked and we didn’t have to go to school!!!!!!!!! (I can only now appreciate that my dad would keep close tabs on the weather and never told us that a huge storm was in fact expected to be coming–so it truly felt like our snow dance worked when we were kids!). We often went sledding on Alligator Hill on these snow days off from school 🙂